Wet and bedraggled Buster sought shelter for the night. An ancient Bedford bus won the competition. The trouble was that there was not much left of the bus. If you have ever seen untreated wood and aluminium that’s been left outside completely at the mercy of the elements. You will understand the state of what had once been a grand chariot. A chariot that oiled the wheels of codebreaking.
After cleaning his paws, Buster crawled under the remnants of a seat. Tonight his dreams where full of men in khaki and a girl called Jean. Traveling to somewhere called Bletchley Park.
Footnote, In memory of Lady Trumpington.